365 haikus

Freezing temps belie Sunny blue skies of morning The air is crystal

Fresh out of lyrics He hums the tune and he hopes The words come will back

Running out of steam Can I do this a whole year? Let’s see how it goes.

Seasons blend; they fall into one another; we’re outdoors every day

Has time even passed? Comforting consistency. You still feel the same.

Friday nights are still Bedtime is still pre-midnight Just like a weekday

Self-medication Is chasing that runner’s high Dusk is the most clear

I broke a silence four months of minimal words it does feel peaceful

You both fixed and broke A dozen things inside me - I’m caught between them.

too soon we forget our old habits and routines; makes way for new norms

Steam rises from a nondescript, white paper cup - Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Went on a bike ride A blue sky is all it takes to energize hearts

blue sky and sunshine comes through the basement window makes such difference

Running through sunsets Feels like cheating the usual grey and cold weather

Many decisions in the span of just one year quadruple whirlwind

Silly to grieve that which was never mine before; it hurts anyway